At the time, he was far too excited to know what that difference was, however. His cock was ramming from cunt to cunt, his balls drawing up, his excit...ment intense. He could see Janey's asshole, his mother's hairy pussy below."Fuck us!" his mother groaned. "Fuck our cunts, darling! Ohhh, baby, give our cunts that hard, beautiful, sweet cock!" Oooo, yes, yes!" Janey wailed. "Fuck me... fuck my pussy! Fuck your mother's cunt... fuck us both!" Oh, God! I'm coming!" Laura yelped, digging her. " That's right. I was here, doing some deep cleaning. We don't havemuch of a chance to do that usually."Fred was checking the tables around them and spoke up. "That's nottrue Liz. I was here early."Caught in another lie, Liz froze. Leslie could see her mind racing,trying to come up with something to say that would sound likely. Sheput her notebook and pen down on the table and sat back in her chair.She studied Liz's face and could see that Liz was frightened. Shecould also see that she. Randal spoke of suffering, yes but of the sublime kind. All he wanted isto be worn at least twice a week. Jessica's feet sliding in and out whilewearing him...OH GOD. Nothing can compare."Are you sure, Randal?"A shake of his head and a slightly different heel he became. A happyRandal soon had Jessica wearing him. God, it feels divine."That is what we are talking about. A cursed soul is cursed. It can notbe undone." Some have alluded their punishment because nothing isreversible. As far as the. Besides the salt and pepper, and a carafe of olive oil sitting there, he pulls a small glass jar with a glass lid towards them. He lifts the lid, dips his fingers in and covers them. He brings his fingers to grease the plug and Emma’s hole. Feeling it, she realizes it is lube. ‘There will be a jar of lube on the table from now on?’ she wonders.Somehow the thought of this just sends lighting jolts through her whole body as he positions her on her special chair. Donald covers the jar again.